Now I can't remember if this is Fr.Longenecker's pic or a pic of Fr. Z I saw on Fr. Longenecker's blog. Regardless of which one it is, I am familiar with the original pic, and I must say, Terry, that (AGAIN) you've done an extraordinary job. I only hope to be one-tenth as good as you are.
I have many acrylic paints at the ready, but I'm still a novice in this medium. I had hoped to become more proficient with oil paints before tackling acrylics simply because I love the medium itself, and it's also what many refer to as the "classical medium." But after watching both of your latest works, I'm just inspired to draw!
I hope you don't pass my honest evaluation of your work as mere flattery.
Paintings such as these are always very thought -provoking for me...is he going towards the city, or leaving and taking a one last look. A new beginning or a fond (or not so fond) past?? Is he facing this experierence with joy or regret?? It seems to me a green spring day, yet there are thunderclouds in the sky...a bit of uncertainty?? But enough of a blue sky to offer hope..
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. ~e.e. cummings
Watchmen
And suddenly the truth came to me, as we stood there, trembling, searching, at our point of fulcrum. There were no watching eyes. The windows were as blank as they looked. The theatre was empty. It was not a theatre. They had told her it was a theatre, and she had believed them, and I had believed her. To bring us to this - not for themselves, but for us. I turned and looked at the windows, the facade, the pompous white pedimental figures. - John Fowles, The Magus
St. Sebastian
More 'about me'.
... My idea of what I am is falsified by my preoccupation about what I do. And my illusions about myself are bred by contagion from the illusions of other men. We all seek to emulate one anothers imagined greatness....If I do not know who I am, it is because I think I am the sort of person everyone around me wants me to be. I have asked myself whether I wanted to become what everybody else seems to want to become... only to realize that I do not admire what everyone else seems to admire. I have only thus begun to live after all... But it is very late. - Adapted from a quote by Thomas Merton
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Ummmmm - is that Father Z?
Only kidding.
Really, Terry - both of these painting are wonderful...
Thanks Adrienne.
I love the painting--it IS Father Z I'm sure :)
Now I can't remember if this is Fr.Longenecker's pic or a pic of Fr. Z I saw on Fr. Longenecker's blog. Regardless of which one it is, I am familiar with the original pic, and I must say, Terry, that (AGAIN) you've done an extraordinary job. I only hope to be one-tenth as good as you are.
I have many acrylic paints at the ready, but I'm still a novice in this medium. I had hoped to become more proficient with oil paints before tackling acrylics simply because I love the medium itself, and it's also what many refer to as the "classical medium." But after watching both of your latest works, I'm just inspired to draw!
I hope you don't pass my honest evaluation of your work as mere flattery.
Tom - I'll take flattery - kidding - I can't. But I appreciate your encouraging words.
Thanks Tara.
Paintings such as these are always very thought -provoking for me...is he going towards the city, or leaving and taking a one last look. A new beginning or a fond (or not so fond) past?? Is he facing this experierence with joy or regret?? It seems to me a green spring day, yet there are thunderclouds in the sky...a bit of uncertainty?? But enough of a blue sky to offer hope..
Thanks for sharing Terry...
Sara
That's an amazing painting Terry.
Very interesting analysis Sara.
Thanks Vincenzo.
Sara - you are astonishingly intuitive, and more articulate with words than I know how to be... Thanks.
He's going towards the city of man to prophesize and call down fire and plague on the willfully unrepentant.
That too Paul.
Very nice. Reminds me of how I would like to dress...
This reminds me of George Bernanos Diary of a Country Priest and another book about a priest but I've forgotten the title.
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